One night I left the jar; the one with a miasma from mold growth, besides the wash basin for the next dawn to arrive when I would have definitely washed it. The dawn never arrived and I didn’t wash it. Someone did after four and half months. Maybe my mother on one of her visits to the house. The space where I had placed the jar that night is empty. The miasma gone. Nevertheless, I didn’t wash it. I wanted to; on a new dawn. The dawn never arrived. I wanted to do a lot of other things, like loving you perfectly but the dawn never arrived.